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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.