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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.