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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.