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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.