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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.