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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Residents 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.