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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.