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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.