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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.