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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.