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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.