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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.