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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.