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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.