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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Sparks,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.