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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.