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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Can,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.