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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.