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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.