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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.