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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.