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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Nico,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.