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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.