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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.