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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.