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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Can,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.