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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.