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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Q65,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.