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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.