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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.