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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.