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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.