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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
X-101,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.