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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.