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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.