Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.