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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.