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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.