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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.