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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.