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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.