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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.