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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.