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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.