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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.