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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Index,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.