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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.