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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Flipper,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.