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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.