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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.