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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Can,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Ten City,
The Cure,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.