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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.