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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.