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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.