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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.