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 East Timor 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.