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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.