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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.