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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.