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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.