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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Swans,
Mars,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.