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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.