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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.