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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Hashim,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.