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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.