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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.