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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.