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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.