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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.