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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.