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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.