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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.