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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.