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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The Associates,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.