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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Sparks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.