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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.