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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.