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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.