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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Nico,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
JFA,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.