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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.