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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tres Demented 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.