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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.