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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.