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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
the Association,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.