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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.