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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.