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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.