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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.