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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.