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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Flipper,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Index,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.