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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.