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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.