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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Ituana,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Can,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.