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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.