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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.