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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.