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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.