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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.