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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Severed Heads to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.