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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Swans,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.