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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.