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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.