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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.