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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.