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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.