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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Nas,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.