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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.