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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.