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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.