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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Nico,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.