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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.