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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.