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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.