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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Ituana,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.