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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
MC5,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.