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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.