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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.