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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.