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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.