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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.