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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.