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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.