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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.