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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.