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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.