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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.