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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.