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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.