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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.