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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
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Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.