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 Algeria and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.