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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
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.