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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.