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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.