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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.