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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.