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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.