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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.