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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Faust,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.