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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.