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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
ABC,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.