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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.