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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.