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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.