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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.