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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.