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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.