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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
X-102,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.