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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.