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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.