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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.