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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.