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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.