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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.