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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.