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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.