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 Singapore and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Magma,
Main Source,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.