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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Can,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.