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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.