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 Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.