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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.