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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.