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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Television,
Slave,
Skriet,
Mars,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.