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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Faust,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.