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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
ABC,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.