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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.