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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.