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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.