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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.