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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.