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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.