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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.