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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bush Tetras 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
10cc,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.