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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.