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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.