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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.