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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.