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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.