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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.