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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.