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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
June Days,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.