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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.