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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.