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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.