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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.