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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.