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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.