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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
John Cale,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.