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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Faust,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Index,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.