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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Liliput 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.