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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.