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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.