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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.