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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.