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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.