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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.