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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Names,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.