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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.