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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.