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 Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.