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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.