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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Slits 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.