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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.