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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Can,
Monolake,
Franke,
New Order,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.