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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.