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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 CMW 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.