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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Moebius,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.