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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.