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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.