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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.