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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.