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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.