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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.