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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.