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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.