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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
UT,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Qualms,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.