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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.