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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.