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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.