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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
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.