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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.