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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.