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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.