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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.