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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.