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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.