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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.