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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.