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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Whodini,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.