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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Can,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.