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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.