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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.