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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.