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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.