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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.