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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.