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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.