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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.