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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Niagra,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.