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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Ituana,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.