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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.