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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
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.