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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.