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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.