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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.