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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sparks,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Jandek,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.