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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.