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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.