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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.