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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.