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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.