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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.