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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.