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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.