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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.