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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.