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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.