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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.