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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.