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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.