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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Television,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.