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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.