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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.