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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.