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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Fear,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.