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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.