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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.