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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.