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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.