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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Q65,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.