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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
UT,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.