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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.