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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.