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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.