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 Romania 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.