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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 jazz 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.