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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.