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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.