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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
AZ,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.