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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Searchers,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Gong,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.