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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.