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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Pole,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.