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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.