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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.