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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.