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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Swans,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.