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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.