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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.