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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.