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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.