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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.