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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.