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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.