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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.