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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.