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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.