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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.