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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Television,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.