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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.