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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.