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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Franke,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.