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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
MC5,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.