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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.