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 China and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.