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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Scion,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.