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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.