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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.