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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Mars,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.