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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.