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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.