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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.