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 Kenya and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.