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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.