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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.