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 Vietnam 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.