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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.