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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.