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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
10cc,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.