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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.