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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.