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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.