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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.