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 Zambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.