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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.