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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Swans,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.