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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.