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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.