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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.