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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Cymande,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.