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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.