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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.