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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.