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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.