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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Can,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.