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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.