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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
UT,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.