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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.