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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.