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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.