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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
JFA,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.