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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.