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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.