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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.