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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.