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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.