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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.