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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.