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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
CMW,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Faust,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.