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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.