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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.