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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.