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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.