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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
The Martian,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.