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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.