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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.