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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.