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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.