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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.