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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Franke,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.