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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.