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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.