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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.