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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.