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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.