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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.