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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.