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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.