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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Nico,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.