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 Armenia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.