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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.