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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
John Holt,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.