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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.