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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.