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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.