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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
MC5,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.