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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.