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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.