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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.