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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.