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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
UT,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.