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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.