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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.