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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.