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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.