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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Remains,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.