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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Motorama 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.