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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.