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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.