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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.