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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.