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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.