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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.