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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.