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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.