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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.