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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.