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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.