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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.