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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.