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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.