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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.