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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wyatt to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.