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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.