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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.