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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Skarface,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.