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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.