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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.