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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.