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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.