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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.