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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.