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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.