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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.