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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.