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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.