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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.