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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.