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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.