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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.