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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.