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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.