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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.