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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.