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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Cameo,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.