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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.