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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.