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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.