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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.