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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.