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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
the Association,
The Mummies,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.