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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.