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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.