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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.