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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Japan,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.