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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.