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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.