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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.