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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Index,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.