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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.