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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.