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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.