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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.