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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.