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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.