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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.