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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.