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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.