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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.