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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.