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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.