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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.