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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.