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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.