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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.