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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
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N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.