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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.