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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.