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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.