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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.