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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.