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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.