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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.