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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.