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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.