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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.