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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.