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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.