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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.