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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.