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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.