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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Scion,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.