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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Wake,
the Association,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
The Index,
Wire,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.