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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.