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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.