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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.