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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.