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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.