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 Moldova and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.