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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Oneida,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.