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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.