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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.