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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.