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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.