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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.