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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Niagra to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.