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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.