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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
UT,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.