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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
UT,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.