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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.