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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Japan,
The Saints,
Slave,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.