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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
PIL,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.