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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.