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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.