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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.