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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.