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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.