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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.