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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.