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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.