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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
MDC,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Technova,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.