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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
UT,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.