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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.