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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.