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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.