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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.