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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.