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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Taipei and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.