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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.