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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.