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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.