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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
the Association,
10cc,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.