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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.